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Britches 2000
by CJ Staub
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I like everything about you
And your dad's so nice, he got me a job at his construction site (yeah)
But girl I don't wanna fight with you (you)
It took everything just to talk to you
Hit it off, then you came over just to chop it up
But this is all so new,
still got glitches in my system, friends be callin' women snitches, gets me too big for my
Girl we're the number one definition of power-couple, hanging out (at) Barnes & Noble, gotta shout when I'm with ya
But the risk that you're taking is on you, slipping up what am I trying to lose?
But this is all so new,
Still got glitches in my system, friends be calling women snitches, gets me too big for my britches (Gets me)
Too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches
But this is all so new
Still got glitches in my system, friends be calling women snitches, gets me too big for my britches (Gets me)
Too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches
Dear journal it's me again, I'm so sorry, feels like I always pick up the pen at the weirdest times, but I gotta lot for tonight
My love's drifting away, don't know if I could stay
We both get anxious in the moment, don't know what I could say
We drive around, in the town (Skrt) It's okay, till seven in the afternoon (Huh) when we're finding a place to lay our heads, but it only hurts us in the end
Felt like we ran out of things to talk about why we still out?
Already been to Target 10 times in this day it's about time we hang out in someplace a little bit cooler
You know what I be talkin' about, you know what I be talkin' bout
When I talk to my bro bros they ask me "Have you done it yet?"
That's the only thing that matters to them, they showing no respect
They just want that *Bleep*
I act like I'm better, but I'm just as bad if not worse. It hurts
Dear diary, I cannot make up my mind
I'm lost in the weeds, with the one who means it all to me
"Hi there CJ, it's Papa, uhm listen, I was just checking in with ya, fritzer boy
I was just thinking about uh, the expression of the story we used to.. We always talked about
Remember this one about the, you're just a bumblebee and you're flying in a field of beautiful flowers,
And you're getting to know people, and, trying to find the one flower for you that's the right one
So just thought I'd call, and leave you with a thought that:
Don't get too big for your britches, when you're flying around looking at all of those beautiful flowers
Take care CJ, talk to ya soon, bye"
I like everything about you
And your dad's so nice, he got me a job at his construction site (yeah)
But girl I don't wanna fight with you (you)
It took everything just to talk to you
Hit it off, then you came over just to chop it up
But this is all so new,
still got glitches in my system, friends be callin' women snitches, gets me too big for my
Girl we're the number one definition of power-couple, hanging out (at) Barnes & Noble, gotta shout when I'm with ya
But the risk that you're taking is on you, slipping up what am I trying to lose?
But this is all so new,
Still got glitches in my system, friends be calling women snitches, gets me too big for my britches (Gets me)
Too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches
But this is all so new
Still got glitches in my system, friends be calling women snitches, gets me too big for my britches (Gets me)
Too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches, too big for my britches
Dear journal it's me again, I'm so sorry, feels like I always pick up the pen at the weirdest times, but I gotta lot for tonight
My love's drifting away, don't know if I could stay
We both get anxious in the moment, don't know what I could say
We drive around, in the town (Skrt) It's okay, till seven in the afternoon (Huh) when we're finding a place to lay our heads, but it only hurts us in the end
Felt like we ran out of things to talk about why we still out?
Already been to Target 10 times in this day it's about time we hang out in someplace a little bit cooler
You know what I be talkin' about, you know what I be talkin' bout
When I talk to my bro bros they ask me "Have you done it yet?"
That's the only thing that matters to them, they showing no respect
They just want that *Bleep*
I act like I'm better, but I'm just as bad if not worse. It hurts
Dear diary, I cannot make up my mind
I'm lost in the weeds, with the one who means it all to me
"Hi there CJ, it's Papa, uhm listen, I was just checking in with ya, fritzer boy
I was just thinking about uh, the expression of the story we used to.. We always talked about
Remember this one about the, you're just a bumblebee and you're flying in a field of beautiful flowers,
And you're getting to know people, and, trying to find the one flower for you that's the right one
So just thought I'd call, and leave you with a thought that:
Don't get too big for your britches, when you're flying around looking at all of those beautiful flowers
Take care CJ, talk to ya soon, bye"
